Easter 2016

I saw a man the other day to my surprise suspended from a single dot floating in the sky. He was attached to it by hands and feet nailed through. He looked dreadfully contorted. Perhaps the dot had fallen off some broken line or other. It drifted past on the wind the expression on the man’s face indescribable. I shouted… continue reading

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